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Mar 2017
We screaming black lives matter
But all they see is a bunch of disobedient slaves.
They screaming all lives matter
But what they meant to say is only white lives matter.
Is it because only white lives in power?
But nah **** that, it’s just cowards in power.
The only thing that separates me from Rosa parks is a bus seat.
In the back of the bus while they spittin some heat.
Typical little black boy
Thinking his only option is to rap or ball.
His only plan is to rise to the top
Never fall.
But that white lady at the end of the hall,
Trying to get some sleep, so she calls the police.
NYPD, New York’s finest pigs.  
They rang out 4 warning shots
And now the little black boy dead.
Fell Before he ever had a chance.
But when will they realize?
It’s time to end this 500 year genocide.
Ash
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Ash  Boca Raton, Florida
(Boca Raton, Florida)   
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   Pagan Paul
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